Brushing her arm and cheek my finger goes down her chin and stops at her larynx, then I look at her and she smiles and leans and kisses me taking her ...and and sliding my finger deep into her cleavage. My fingers are paired to enjoy the software as I plunge down her miniature valley then sideways over the soft flesh, then my finger stops at a pert outcrop and closes getting a purr from their owner. My hands move to the chair arms and she looks at me with pleasure as I secure her wrists to the. "So what kind of car is this?"Alex felt such release at the broken tension that he blurted out, "1995 Toyota Supra Turbo." Too much information, geek... "So it's fast."Alex shrugged. "I guess." He'd geeked out enough already; he was going to shut up now.But Em wasn't done with him. "So, Alex, what do you do?" Her tone was clipped, almost confrontational. Like this wasn't a conversation so much as an interview."I'm a writer." That was always his first answer."No, really," Em said."Really." What. ‘It’s 13 years you numb numbskull.’ ‘Do you see what I mean Gordon, she has no sense of humor.’ ‘I have a wonderful sense of humor thank you. However, your sense of humor does not qualify as funny.’ ‘Whatever you say dear.’ ‘You are in as much trouble as your son is Even.’ ‘Would you like to have a fourth son dear?’ ‘You stay away from me.’ ‘We will discuss it for a long time tonight.’ ‘I’m sleeping with Holden.’ ‘That’s funny, so am I.’ ‘My bed is not big enough for all three of us.’ ‘Don’t. They spent the next few minutes in silence. Beckie got herself a bowl of cereal and went upstairs. Then Cindy's phone vibrated in her pocket. It was from her uncle. Last thing Cindy knew, he didn't have her number. But despite herself, she felt excited. A tingling sensation built up in her stomach, and her heart almost skipped a beat as she read the text message.“Need relief. You home?”Oh, shit. What am I gonna do.“Yes, but Beckie is home.” she typed, her heart racing.“Come to my place.” he.